Tinna Angel < Ultimate × WORKFLOW >

“Please,” Leo whispered to the shadows. “I want to go home.”

But late one night, when the moon was a perfect silver coin, a small boy snuck into the museum. He was lost, scared, and crying. His name was Leo, and he’d wandered away from a school trip. The vast, dark room swallowed his sobs. tinna angel

In the high, forgotten rafters of an old clockmaker’s shop, lived Tinna Angel. “Please,” Leo whispered to the shadows

Leo clutched Tinna to his chest and ran. Within ten minutes, he was hugging his frantic teacher. When he opened his hand to show them the tiny angel that had guided him, his palm was empty. All that remained was a faint, warm indentation. and crying. His name was Leo